[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]The Price of Negligence [Closed]
Nov 22, 2019 23:34:17 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Nov 22, 2019 23:34:17 GMT -5
Starscream could only watch quietly, peering across at the other mech with gentle disdain. There was a quirk of a brow, paired with a steepling of long, taloned digits as he caught on to the jittery rattle of small plates on Flatline’s frame.
He was struggling. But- he was resilient.
While he wouldn’t outwardly commend the black and red mech for anything this day, it was admirable at just how defiantly he was fighting himself to stay upright. The pain he was no doubt in would be making it hard to think, let alone stay standing on those ridiculous hoof-like pedes.
The response given was rather strained, which was to be expected.
“Yes, good.” he purred, bobbing his helm. “Should there come a time when a choice needs to be made regarding where your loyalty stands, I hope you remember this day and my leniency toward you.” a not-so ominous statement in the grand scheme of things. Being Lord of the Decepticons came with risks, there were many a mech who no doubt wanted the position for themselves or thought themselves worthy of it, and Starscream knew this well.
“Other mechs would not have shown the same compassion.”
While his punishment had been rather cruel, after all he knew how much pride Flatline had in his secondary limbs - at least the other mech would be allowed to leave this room with his life. Which was more than most would be expecting, he was sure.
“See that you do, I know how much you two like to bicker.” he droned this with a gentle tsk, shaking his helm. He was sure their Chief Medical Officer would have a field day with Flatline at first, abusing his rank and newfound power over him - but he was confident it would get old fast and things would be mostly normal before too long.
He’d be checking in regardless. He was taking a risk in allowing Flatline to live, and he wanted to make sure it paid off.
At the question, he’d quirk a brow - tilting his helm just slightly. It was the addition of ‘Lord Starscream’ that seemingly won him over, as his lips would curve into a gentle smirk.
“You may. I did say you are more use to me alive, which means not bleeding out all over my floor…”
Reaching behind himself, he would once again grab the cane that’d been placed on the desk. Walking toward Flatline, he would once again offer it out to the struggling mech. He could barely stand, Primus only wondered how he’d be able to walk back to the Medical Bay without it.
“Mm.” a thought. “Will you be alright walking, or do you need Vehicon assistance…?”
He supposed he should ask, and not because he was feeling charitable. Letting others see the wounds inflicted may lead to more… cooperation around Blackridge, and Starscream was all for that.
He was struggling. But- he was resilient.
While he wouldn’t outwardly commend the black and red mech for anything this day, it was admirable at just how defiantly he was fighting himself to stay upright. The pain he was no doubt in would be making it hard to think, let alone stay standing on those ridiculous hoof-like pedes.
The response given was rather strained, which was to be expected.
“Yes, good.” he purred, bobbing his helm. “Should there come a time when a choice needs to be made regarding where your loyalty stands, I hope you remember this day and my leniency toward you.” a not-so ominous statement in the grand scheme of things. Being Lord of the Decepticons came with risks, there were many a mech who no doubt wanted the position for themselves or thought themselves worthy of it, and Starscream knew this well.
“Other mechs would not have shown the same compassion.”
While his punishment had been rather cruel, after all he knew how much pride Flatline had in his secondary limbs - at least the other mech would be allowed to leave this room with his life. Which was more than most would be expecting, he was sure.
“See that you do, I know how much you two like to bicker.” he droned this with a gentle tsk, shaking his helm. He was sure their Chief Medical Officer would have a field day with Flatline at first, abusing his rank and newfound power over him - but he was confident it would get old fast and things would be mostly normal before too long.
He’d be checking in regardless. He was taking a risk in allowing Flatline to live, and he wanted to make sure it paid off.
At the question, he’d quirk a brow - tilting his helm just slightly. It was the addition of ‘Lord Starscream’ that seemingly won him over, as his lips would curve into a gentle smirk.
“You may. I did say you are more use to me alive, which means not bleeding out all over my floor…”
Reaching behind himself, he would once again grab the cane that’d been placed on the desk. Walking toward Flatline, he would once again offer it out to the struggling mech. He could barely stand, Primus only wondered how he’d be able to walk back to the Medical Bay without it.
“Mm.” a thought. “Will you be alright walking, or do you need Vehicon assistance…?”
He supposed he should ask, and not because he was feeling charitable. Letting others see the wounds inflicted may lead to more… cooperation around Blackridge, and Starscream was all for that.